I’ve been seeing this book around different bookstores. I’ve not read the description, but judging from the title and the cover photo, this guy is a self-professed jerk. He thinks he’s going to hell for stuff he’s done, but he’s hopeful there’s beer there.

Well, I’ve been thinking a bit about this today. I’m feeling weepy and mad and vindictive and then weepy again. (I gather this is hormone-related.)

I hope that if they do serve beer in hell, it’s both warm and bad. Like, Milwaukee’s Best kind of bad beer. And, room temperature warm. In hell, that’s gonna be pretty warm, I think. Either that, or I hope the only beverage available in hell is hot cocoa.